Thirty Years Later We were stuck in a solitary area that consisted of no pets, and no other wildlife. The government felt it was unsafe for even the most normal animal to be around a human, because you didn’t know when something would set it off. I was going through my old belongings when I stumbled across some old family photos. There was my dad, my mom, my sister, my brother, and of course our dog. I had forgotten that pets were once allowed; the government had banned them for so long… That picture brought back many memories, and as I pondered on it for a few hours, I began trying to remember the reason for the lack of animals in our society. I took the kids to a friend’s house for a play date, and hopped on the PC for some research. This is what I found: -2009 economy crisis; government searches for things to cut back spending costs -new research on mental health of animals shows some pets might have Schizophrenia -government feels money should not be spent on the new research of the mental health of animals -Schizophrenia breaks out and the animals are all set off; no one knows what caused it - Schizophrenic animals take over I came to the realization that the reason my family was missing out on the love of a pet was because of the government that “keeps us safe”. I grabbed my stuff and went to do as much research as I could on the life I once lived in only thirty years before. It was tough but I soon found old studies, and books; I began to read. The old studies showed that to be sure that the Schizophrenic pets would not be set off, that you needed to keep a consistent home environment, see what sets it off, and keep a journal on what would set it off and how it reacted. After reading that I saw that there was no need to keep the animals out; we could control when they would get set off, simply by observation. I decided I was going to take my kids and get a pet, even if it meant leaving The Bubble we lived in. No one had been out of The Bubble in thirty some odd years, and I must admit I was a little afraid. I called my husband at work and told him my plan; he didn’t think I should go alone, or even attempt having a pet without the government’s approval, but I was determined to prove they were wrong about their decision. We all went in search of a pet, and once we left The Bubble, it was apparent how much the government had changed. Our lifestyle was closed off from nature and was very hi- tech; my children had no idea how to react. The sky was a blue, the grass was green, and there was wildlife everywhere you looked. I began showing the kids the difference between animals that were once pets and animals that lived in the wild. I could see that some animals were having schizophrenic fits but not for longer than a few minutes. My husband and kids wandered around and finally picked out a small golden retriever puppy, and a small kitten. They were both schizophrenic but only when something would make a loud banging noise. We decided we could manage that, and decided to take them home to The Bubble. As we approached the sealed off door of the huge white building, I realized we had no pet food, and no way of getting them in without setting them off. The giant white door was sealed and made a loud noise as it closed. I told the kids to open the door and go in then my husband took the animals far enough in to where they couldn’t hear the door close; it worked they were fine. The kids decided to name the Golden Jacie, and the kitten Cali. Jacie and Cali checked out their new home and soon found a place to call their own. Later that day, the government knocked on the door; they were there to take away my families new found joy. As the government tried explaining why they wanted our pets, I had the kids take the pets to their room, and my husband grabbed all of my research. I calmly explained to them my findings, and was granted a month to prove that the pets were not a danger to the society. A month passed without any problems and the government decided to slowly allow pets back into the lives of families. Schizophrenic animals began not being set off, and it was all thanks to a little observation, and normalcy that our society provided. The government finally allowed the people to live outside of The Bubble, and was once again surrounded by nature.
We were stuck in a solitary area that consisted of no pets, and no other wildlife. The government felt it was unsafe for even the most normal animal to be around a human, because you didn’t know when something would set it off.
I was going through my old belongings when I stumbled across some old family photos. There was my dad, my mom, my sister, my brother, and of course our dog. I had forgotten that pets were once allowed; the government had banned them for so long…
That picture brought back many memories, and as I pondered on it for a few hours, I began trying to remember the reason for the lack of animals in our society. I took the kids to a friend’s house for a play date, and hopped on the PC for some research. This is what I found:
-2009 economy crisis; government searches for things to cut back spending costs
-new research on mental health of animals shows some pets might have Schizophrenia
-government feels money should not be spent on the new research of the mental health of animals
-Schizophrenia breaks out and the animals are all set off; no one knows what caused it
- Schizophrenic animals take over
I came to the realization that the reason my family was missing out on the love of a pet was because of the government that “keeps us safe”. I grabbed my stuff and went to do as much research as I could on the life I once lived in only thirty years before.
It was tough but I soon found old studies, and books; I began to read. The old studies showed that to be sure that the Schizophrenic pets would not be set off, that you needed to keep a consistent home environment, see what sets it off, and keep a journal on what would set it off and how it reacted. After reading that I saw that there was no need to keep the animals out; we could control when they would get set off, simply by observation.
I decided I was going to take my kids and get a pet, even if it meant leaving The Bubble we lived in. No one had been out of The Bubble in thirty some odd years, and I must admit I was a little afraid. I called my husband at work and told him my plan; he didn’t think I should go alone, or even attempt having a pet without the government’s approval, but I was determined to prove they were wrong about their decision.
We all went in search of a pet, and once we left The Bubble, it was apparent how much the government had changed. Our lifestyle was closed off from nature and was very hi- tech; my children had no idea how to react. The sky was a blue, the grass was green, and there was wildlife everywhere you looked. I began showing the kids the difference between animals that were once pets and animals that lived in the wild. I could see that some animals were having schizophrenic fits but not for longer than a few minutes.
My husband and kids wandered around and finally picked out a small golden retriever puppy, and a small kitten. They were both schizophrenic but only when something would make a loud banging noise. We decided we could manage that, and decided to take them home to The Bubble. As we approached the sealed off door of the huge white building, I realized we had no pet food, and no way of getting them in without setting them off. The giant white door was sealed and made a loud noise as it closed.
I told the kids to open the door and go in then my husband took the animals far enough in to where they couldn’t hear the door close; it worked they were fine. The kids decided to name the Golden Jacie, and the kitten Cali. Jacie and Cali checked out their new home and soon found a place to call their own.
Later that day, the government knocked on the door; they were there to take away my families new found joy. As the government tried explaining why they wanted our pets, I had the kids take the pets to their room, and my husband grabbed all of my research. I calmly explained to them my findings, and was granted a month to prove that the pets were not a danger to the society.
A month passed without any problems and the government decided to slowly allow pets back into the lives of families. Schizophrenic animals began not being set off, and it was all thanks to a little observation, and normalcy that our society provided. The government finally allowed the people to live outside of The Bubble, and was once again surrounded by nature.